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Silas laughed “That’s the village bull, or was They think it’s lucky”

“Lucky?”

“Not so lucky for the bull Must have taken a while to stuff it”

“Stuff it?”

“You think a live bull would put up with all this racket?”

Mara frowned He didn’t get it

Arnolo and Thoh the room until everyone stared at the two men Arnolo looked over to where Mara and Silas sat and, with a big grin, came to join theain, but didn’t get as loud as before

The woht their meals and drinks, then returned with stew and ale for Arnolo and Thoave Mara his leftover bread to soak up the last bit of his stew in his bowl It was delicious

A skinnyet up, but the man at his side had stopped him The skinny man pointed and slammed a fist on the table, pushed the man next to him away, and headed toward them He looked like a farmer, covered in dirt

“Arnolo” Silas nodded his head at the man

Arnolo rolled his eyes, stood up, and turned around

Thehere” He swayed, a line of spit stuck to his chin

The only sound in the room now came from Thomas, who slurped from his bowl

“Tell me, friend, what is your name?” Arnolo said

The man beat his fist on his chest “I am Hicket”